Elvarette Shiro
Episode 1: The Journey
Humans are animals that can talk.
Tonight I leave, leaving the past in this cursed land. The copper clock shows nine o'clock in less than five minutes and the train I'm waiting for hasn't arrived. In the waiting room was just me alone, sitting on the iron chair at the very edge. The white clothes I wore were in stark contrast to the quiet atmosphere of the platform at night.
My name is Elvarette Shiro, but people often call me Elvy. A child abandoned by the ambitions of my parents, lost by my own stupidity. At least now I'm aware of my mistake and trying to fix it. Take a journey to find meaning with friends waiting at their destination.
An old man led the way for me who was in turmoil. At that time I ran away from pimps and hid in the park. There is no home for me that is despicable, no shelter other than to fend for myself. I am afraid of my misguided steps that do not think long, glittering that I have only illusions before death awaits, those who have passed their prime will die like carcasses of animals on the side of the road. I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm ashamed. All emotions were united in the heart until he came to extend a hand.
“What's the son?”
“Don't hurt me!”
“Switch, relax. I won't hurt you, believe me!”
The beige-clothed old man reached out to me who was in a mess. My hand trembled with his broad palm, from there I knew Khidr the sage from across. For six months I learned to forgive myself.
Day after day I followed Khidr, a simple man who had an unexpected experience. His daily life feels calm and cool in living life. I saw him working as a garden guard, taking care of the flowers and plants around the garden. When I helped her work, I asked her
“Uncle, why is your life so quiet there is a problem?”
“Trouble?”
“True, as long as I follow uncle have I never seen any wrath or sorrow?”
“It seems that I rarely think about problems maybe Elvi, ha..ha..ha...ha....”.
“I'M SERIOUS UNCLE!”
“Huh?”
“Eh, I'm sorry uncle, I didn't take a mask to yell at you. I'm sorry.”
I had my long straight red hair with porcelain skin. I was afraid that he would be angry at my actions, but strangely he just smiled without anger on his face. Then he told me to sit next to him on a park bench.
“Elvi, looks like you need to take a walk to know about the world. The world you understand is only part.”
“Mean uncle?”
“That feeling depends on what we think, and what we think comes from the experience and knowledge we learn from a journey. If you want your life to be calm, then occasionally try to travel to find the experience of life Elvi.”
“So, you want me to go?”
“I only ask you to take a walk Elvy, besides you will know how to calm the mind.”
“They can't chase you, after all you will be accompanied by my student at the destination of nak.”
“Murid, do you have uncle's student?”
“Sure, he used to be just like you, worried and desperate, but now he's a guide to people like you. Who are afraid of the ruse of animals who are good at talking.”
“Animal who speaks well?”
“Yes, humans are animals that can talk. But a conscious and alert human being will become a true manusis.”
“Truly human?”
“Truely humans are humans who are aware of the purpose of their lives, aware that they only stop for a moment in a store to the destination called home.”
“Home? Uncle, I haven't had a home since my mother's father went to see me and my sister, Serena, until she died in a way that hurt.”
“Maybe you lost the old house, but trust me aka the tone of the new house that accepts you for who you are, dear.”
“I'm not sure uncle, do they want to accept me with my dark past?”
“All aka tone her own way Elvi, believe me!”
“Good uncle.”
“Oh yes, would you like to listen to a story?”
“What story is uncle?”
“A story from across the land, he is my friend who has met his light.”
“Light is light?”
The man told me about a friend I was going to visit. A man who loves the light more than he does. He picked up a book thick enough to cover a tan. She was busy with the book and she started telling stories. That's what I remember very well the moment when he was storytelling with a smooth and polite.
I am currently on a job to travel. Stringing up the story of each journey I went through and immortalizing it in the pen scratches he gave me. Khidr had contacted his student Arafis Ohba at his destination. In addition, he has prepared the accommodation and all the necessities I need.
The train ticket I was on showed arrival time at nine o'clock past five minutes. Soon the train would arrive at the station, a ray of light starting to be seen from a distance pulling carriages like dragons from the darkness. Slowly it slowed down and stopped at the station.
The train has arrived, and soon I pick up my white suitcase and the book that Uncle Khidr gave me. With a quick step I entered the carriage number three looking for seats according to the ticket. Seat 12A I have met from other empty seats. Then I put my suitcase on a bag rack made of iron and continued reading the book waiting for the train to run.